ctnovel Chapter 39 The Adorable Little Crocodile, The Chase Begins.
Chapter 39 The Adorable Little Crocodile, The Chase Begins.
Chapter 39 The Adorable Little Crocodile, The Chase Begins.
As for the original crocodile, there haven't been any major changes.
As winter recedes and the ice and snow melt, they rise from the bottom of the water, slowly crawling onto the mudflats, and then...
Keep lying down.
The only difference from before is that there is more food on land and more fish in the water, so there is no need to be as careful with food as in winter.
If there's food, it opens its mouth and swallows a couple of bites. Once it's full, it lies down to sunbathe. After sunbathing enough, it digs a hole to lay its eggs, and then continues lying down.
Several of them started rolling around in the mud.
Its grayish-brown back rolled around in the mud, its four short legs kicked up to the sky, its belly turned up twice, and with a flick of its tail, it splashed mud all over its face.
It got up, shook itself off, and then lay down again, its whole body covered in a layer of wet mud, with only its two bulging eyes showing, blinking like two taro roots just dug out of the mud.
Chinese netizens watching this scene felt a mix of emotions.
I used to think the original crocodile was ugly and useless, but now I actually find it pleasing to the eye, and even a little cute.
Oh no, I find the original crocodile kind of cute!
[I used to call it a toad, but now that I see it rolling around in the mud, I actually find it kind of cute?]
[Me too, was I manipulated by Lin Xia?]
It's not our fault, it's its own. It just kept finding it pleasing to the eye.
In her private room, Lin Xia glanced at the live chat and let out a soft hum.
I used to think he was an idiot, but now I'm praising him for being cute?
People are indeed fickle.
He grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them open, too lazy to watch anymore.
The scene shifted, cutting to a group of Dilophosaurus.
The lead Dilophosaurus stood at the edge of a fern forest that had been completely gnawed clean, lowered its head to sniff the ground, its nostrils flared, and a low growl came from its throat.
A hundred Dilophosaurus waited quietly behind them, their muscles gleaming in the sunlight.
It smelled it.
The smell of whales and dragons.
With a short roar, the Dilophosaurus herd suddenly accelerated, darting into the depths of the fern forest like a dozen arrows released from a bow.
The withered fern leaves were trampled, the soil flew up, and the footsteps were heavy and thunderous.
Ahead, five whale dragons were engrossed in munching on newly sprouted ferns in a low-lying area, completely unaware of the danger behind them.
Despite their large size, the five whale dragons were almost powerless against the onslaught of more than a dozen Dilophosaurus.
The leading Dilophosaurus pounced first, biting the hind leg of a young whale dinosaur and tearing off a large chunk of flesh.
The other Dilophosaurus followed closely behind, pouncing from all directions, biting, pulling, and bleeding.
The screams echoed through the fern forest for a few minutes before gradually subsiding.
The five whale-dragon corpses lay scattered on the muddy ground, their blood seeping into the soil and staining a large area red.
The Dilophosaurus herd lowered their heads and tore at each other; the sound of bones shattering and swallowing was chilling even through the screen.
Global Joint Command Center.
The comments from Sakura netizens were filled with a hint of unsatisfied excitement.
[Good kill! It's a pity it was just a small unit; it would have been even better if the main force had been wiped out!]
Five isn't enough! We need at least a dozen to really get the hang of it!
Take it slow, the main force will inevitably get involved sooner or later!
Go Dilophosaurus! Wipe out all the Whaleosaurus!
Russian netizens watched with bated breath and sweaty palms.
[That was close—thankfully it was just a small force; the main force should have dispersed elsewhere.]
If the Dilophosaurus had directly collided with the main force, the whale swarm would have been truly finished.
Dispersing was the right move; at least some of them will survive.
Unfortunately, the outcome seems difficult to change!
Bear Zone.
Igor leaned back in his chair, staring at the whale dragon carcasses being torn apart by Dilophosaurus on the screen. His face was ashen, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
One of his deputies whispered something to him, but he didn't respond.
After a few seconds, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse as if he had sand in his mouth.
"Thank goodness we broke up. If we hadn't broken up..."
He didn't continue speaking, his gaze falling on the small groups of whales retreating in the sky, his eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and a lingering chill.
Even if we're separated, at least some of us are still alive.
If they don't separate, the Russian bear will have nothing.
The Eagle Zone.
Hopkins looked at the expressions of the several high-ranking officials from the Bear District on the screen, who had survived the ordeal. He smiled slightly, picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and spoke casually as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner.
"This is just the beginning. You all know how sensitive a carnivorous dinosaur's sense of smell is, don't you?"
"Predators from within a ten-mile radius will come looking for you by the scent."
"Finding your whale dragon is only a matter of time."
Bear Zone.
Upon hearing this, Igor's fingers trembled slightly.
Of course he knew.
How sensitive was the sense of smell of carnivorous dinosaurs?
Those small groups of whales that have scattered will eventually be found and eaten one by one.
Separated, it just means dying a little slower, not that you won't die.
He closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.
When I opened my eyes again, the weariness in them looked like a mountain pressing down on me.
He slowly turned his head to look at his deputy beside him, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
"Gather all the people in underground shelters to prepare for natural disasters."
The deputy opened his mouth as if to say something, but looking into Igor's bloodshot eyes, he simply nodded silently and turned to leave.
The footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor, like some kind of countdown.
Igor leaned back in his chair, his body sliding down little by little until he slumped into the chair, as if all his bones had been removed.
He stared blankly at the bright white light on the ceiling, his lips moved a few times, and finally he uttered two words.
We've lost.
The sound was as soft as a sigh, drowned out by the sounds of battle playing on the screen.
The two executives beside him remained silent, simply lowering their heads; no one dared to look at him.
The entire bear enclosure was filled with a silence more terrifying than death.
And that is indeed the case.
On the sky, the Dilophosaurus herd did not linger near the carcass for long.
The lead Dilophosaurus raised its head from the pool of blood, bits of flesh hanging from its mouth, glanced into the distance, and let out a short roar.
A hundred Dilophosaurus responded to the call, abandoning their half-eaten prey, and followed it into the depths of the fern forest.
The few remaining animals lay on the corpse, continuing to tear at it, the sound of bones cracking carrying far across the open field.
The hunt has begun.
Dilophosaurus was far more sensitive to the smell of blood than one might imagine; it could detect even the slightest trace of the scent in the air.
The Dilophosaurus, the leader, ran at the front, its nose close to the ground, sometimes stopping to sniff the direction, sometimes raising its head to growl in a certain direction.
The first small group of whale dragons has been found.
Four birds were nibbling on tender shoots in a low thicket when they heard the noise and looked up, but it was too late.
The Dilophosaurus pounced from three directions simultaneously, biting its throat, tearing its hind legs, and drawing blood. The whale dragon's screams only lasted a few minutes before abruptly ceasing.